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    He leaned in and gently squeezed my hand. “Fine,” he said, clearly amused. “But I can alwayse to your room to find you. I’m already happy just being here.”


    And so, yton moved in.


    But that wasn’t the end of it. Night after night, he found his way into my room. Even when we didn’t make love, he’d curl up beside me, holding me close until we both drifted off.


    I couldn’t help but feel a mix of resignation and sweetness whenever he snuck in. It was just… yton. Impossible to say no to.


    However, those blissful days were short-lived. Before long, our peace was shattered by an unexpected visitor. Gwyn—Molly’s maid—showed up.


    Makenna’s POV:


    It was early morning, and I was still lost in sleep when the distant sound of shouting from downstairs jolted me awake. I blinked groggily as I nced around, confused. “What’s going on?” I murmured.


    My hand instinctively reached for the empty space beside me. Cold sheets. yton had already been gone for hours. Of course. He was always up early, already attending to his duties by this time of the morning.


    I stretched out with azy yawn, ready to roll over and drift back into sleep, but the noise downstairs grew louder, more persistent.


    With a sigh of irritation, I pushed myself up, the remnants of sleep clinging to me. Reluctantly, I slid out of bed, throwing on a robe as I made my way downstairs.


    The staircase faced the front door, and as I reached the top of the stairs, a scene unfolded that instantly snapped me to attention. Through the front doorway, I could see Gwyn—her usual arrogance on full disy—attempting to force her way into my home. Evie stood in her path, fiery and defiant, arms outstretched to block Gwyn’s advance. From the looks of it, they were seconds away from tearing into each other.


    Frowning, I strode forward, my voice cutting through the chaos. “What’s going on here?”


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    Both women froze at my words, but Gwyn recovered quickly. She arrogantly tilted her chin up as she met my gaze. “I’m here to take Prince yton home!”


    I couldn’t help the sneer that curled my lips. “Gwyn,” I said, folding my arms, “what right does a maid like you have to decide where Prince yton goes?”


    Her nostrils red in defiance. “Molly is carrying Prince yton’s child,” she spat. “Her nerves are frail, and not seeing him makes her uneasy. It’s not good for the baby.”


    The words hit me like a de, but I kept my expression impassive, refusing to let her see the sting. Instead, I shrugged, feigning nonchnce. “If Prince yton doesn’t want to go back, what makes you think you can force him?”


    Gwyn hesitated, clearly frustrated by my words. Her eyes shed with anger, and she red at me with unrestrained venom. “You already carry Prince Bryan’s child. How can you cling so shamelessly to Prince yton? Have you no decency?”


    I let out a low, mockingugh, folding my arms tighter. “What’s a mere sex…


    ve like me to do if the prince insists on staying?” My voice was cold, my gaze unwavering as I met her anger head-on.


    Her face flushed red with rage, and she nearly screamed my name. “Makenna Dunn! You vile woman! You know Molly is carrying his child, yet you still dare to seduce him! You—”


    Before she could finish, she shoved Evie aside and charged into the house to find yton.


    Evie, caught off guard, stumbled, and Gwyn—forgetting, or perhaps not caring, that I was pregnant—lunged toward me. For a split second, I froze. Just as her hands reached for me, Evie’s voice pierced the air. “Makenna!” she screamed, rushing to intercept. She shoved Gwyn away with surprising strength, sending the woman flying across the courtyard.


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